"A swarm of ants."
The three-foot demon body of the Great Lord of Freedom stood on the high platform, his eyes were cruel to an indescribable extreme.
He slowly raised his hand as he looked at the endless rain of arrows that shot towards him while he was breathing.
"Boom boom boom!"
In an instant, layers of blood-red light curtains enveloped the place.
The powerful bows and powerful crossbows fired continuously, and were blocked from the light screen, making it difficult to get even a little closer.
It seemed to be a kind of light and shadow that isolated the immortals. No matter how powerful the mortal soldiers were, they could not shake it one bit.
Bang bang bang!
The first round of endless arrow rain was all blocked in an instant, turning into pieces of splintered wood that piled up outside the high platform.
"Fire arrows! Keep firing arrows!"
Meng Ao couldn't help but feel cold when he saw this scene, but as the commander-in-chief of the army, he naturally couldn't show any timidity.
The first round of arrow rain ended, and the second and third rounds followed. The archers no longer needed any predictions at this time. The only target was the three-foot evil demon standing motionless on the high platform.
"Did you hurt me?"
The Demon Lord of Freedom seemed a little amused. Seeing the perseverant Qin Jun, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
He didn't care about any of the arrows that were coming at him, but slowly raised his feet and walked towards the bottom of the high platform.
This movement also brought up a suffocating demonic thought, which began to disturb everyone on the field.
A layer of arrays changed at the same time. Hundreds of soldiers struck the ground with shields and turned into a defensive posture. Pikemen pierced through them, forming a torrent of steel.
But the Demon Lord of Freedom still moved his steps, walking towards the entire army step by step.
Even though his body was bleeding continuously and his body was covered with horrific scars, he still strolled leisurely, as if he was not facing an army at this moment, but was conducting a patrol overlooking the world.
"Boom boom boom!"
As his figure got closer and closer, the archers in the distance could no longer draw their bows and shoot arrows, and the dark and mysterious iron shield and spear became the main response.
Dozens of long swords that cut through the wind cut through the air at an extremely fast speed and pierced the body of the Great Freedom Demon Lord.
With such a close distance and such a dense cover, with just a few dozen throws, all enemies standing in the way can be destroyed.
But neither the soldiers facing them nor the general Meng Ao behind them had any intention of relaxing.
The previous rain of arrows couldn't hurt the demon at all, so what could such a spear throw do?
"Rotate to attack!"
Meng Ao roared loudly, and the battle formations changed layer by layer.
Even if he is about to die in the next moment, Sergeant Qin will definitely leave an unforgettable scar on this so-called Demon Lord of Freedom.
"What's the use of this?"
The Demon Lord of Freedom stepped forward step by step, and the light curtain outside his body had completely turned into a mass of solid red light visible to the naked eye. It seemed as if everything was invulnerable. Even the spear with great penetrating power could not penetrate at all.
After a while, he seemed to feel bored. With a wave of his hand, he brought up a group of sweeping and howling wind, sweeping away those who blocked him.
The force was so strong that it was almost unstoppable. With just a slight blow, it knocked back dozens or hundreds of soldiers.
Not only were they pushed back very far by the strong wind, but they even felt a strange power in the wind. After falling down, they were unable to move.
The Lord of Freedom picked up a spear that fell on the ground, looked at Meng Ao Zhao Ji and others who were surrounded and protected at the back of the array, and flicked it suddenly.
The long spear glowing with dark color suddenly flew through the air, heading directly towards the Chinese army with an unstoppable power.
"Protect the king!"
When Meng Ao saw this scene, his eyelids trembled. He immediately dodged the shield of the soldier next to him and protected Zhao Ji, who was always behind him.
And he also erected a heavy copper shield in front of him, forming a defensive posture, trying to block the spear projected by the opponent.
Whirring whirring!
The spear didn't seem to be very fast, as if it had been slowed down deliberately to allow everyone to react.
But that power also cut ripples in the air. It obviously didn't break the sound barrier, but it could stir up and roll the surrounding airflow.
This change between speed and slowness makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Bang bang bang!"
There were sounds of shields breaking, followed by the sound of falling to the ground.
Meng Ao watched the soldiers in front of him fall down one by one, and his heart finally became completely cold.
At this moment, the thought in his heart of vowing to fight together in the national disaster was replaced by the need to protect the king behind him.
"boom!"
As soon as the last loud sound of the shield bursting, Meng Ao's vision went dark, and he felt an inexplicable shock.
The shock force actually followed the shattered shield, shaking him so hard that he couldn't move at all.
"My lord, be careful!"
At the last moment when Meng Ao fell, he raised his hands upward, intending to use his flesh and blood body to stop the spear that came through the air.
But this spear was thrown by the Demon Lord of Freedom. How could his mortal body stop it?
The next moment, the spear left his sight and stabbed Zhao Ji, who seemed to be in a daze.
"Your Majesty!"
Meng Ao felt his eyes were about to burst, but the obscure feeling around him made it difficult for him to even turn his head.
Immediately afterwards, he heard a sound like piercing flesh and blood, which was almost the same as using a sharp blade to violently break open the enemy's skin.
He tried hard to muster all his strength, trying to break free from the shackles on his body, but suddenly he heard screams in his ears.
"What's wrong?"
Meng Ao was stunned. These cheers were obviously the shouts of his own army.
And the next moment, he felt an old hand slowly lifting him up.
"...King?"
Meng Ao only felt that with the support of the palm, he regained control of his body in an instant.
He quickly turned his head and saw Zhao Ji with a calm face and an extremely powerful look in his eyes.
In his hands, he also held a whisk and a long spear.
"The lonely king is fine."
Zhao Ji threw away the spear in his hand, held the fly whisk, and walked step by step towards the Lord of Freedom.
That whisk was the heavenly thing that fell from the sky when the night was shrouded.
This is Tianzun’s whisk!
"humane..."
Zhao Ji held the whisk and murmured to himself.
It seemed that part of Tianzun's power still remained within him, which gave him a sense of enlightenment.
At this moment, he was surrounded by clouds of mysterious light, becoming the most dazzling presence in the dark night.
He just walked like this, step by step, crossing all the Qin people, crossing all the arrays, and came to the front of the Great Freedom Heavenly Demon Lord.
"Everyone is dead and only one weapon is left. What can we do?"
The Lord of Freedom was a little impatient with the light curtain emanating from Zhao Ji's body, and a trace of cruelty and violence flashed in his eyes.
"Although the Heavenly Lord is dead, his spirit will remain forever."
Zhao Ji looked up at the Demon Lord of Freedom in front of him. He looked so small in his three-foot demon body.
But compared to heaven and earth, even the Demon Lord is not great.
The understanding in his heart became stronger and stronger. From ancient times to the present, humanity has never needed to rely on gods.
People must rely on themselves.
"You are nothing more than that."
At this moment, Zhao Ji suddenly laughed softly. Although his eyes were still looking up, it was as if he was looking down at the Great Lord of Freedom.
Immediately afterwards, the whisk in his hand seemed to have completely activated all the remaining power, and suddenly turned into a ray of light and shadow, entwining around the demonic body.
"Ant! What did you do?!"
The terrifying screams of the Demon Lord of Freedom suddenly came, and in the next moment, balls of burning flames began to rise around him, as if they were being melted by a light curtain.
"I did nothing."
Zhao Ji just looked at him indifferently, with no other emotion in his eyes.
He raised the long knife in his hand and waved it towards the sky at will, as if to vent his emotions and realizations.
The people of Qin, who were shocked by their king's sudden and incomparable bravery, also raised their troops and roared, making the sound move in the sky.
Gradually, the Demon Lord of Freedom ascended into the sky as if out of control. His body was still burning with flames, and his size was getting smaller and smaller.
He kept shouting and roaring, but to no avail.
In the originally dark sky, wisps of light gradually rose, piercing the clouds and mist, and falling towards the earth.
At the last moment when the sun fell, the figure of the Demon Lord of Freedom completely disappeared like a dreamy bubble.
In this battle, Tian Zun died and the Demon Lord was destroyed.
If there is a winner, it is only Da Qin.
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